leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · tragic romance · emotionally distant · self-sacrificing · tactical gear · haunted past · protector · unrequited love
The fire burns low, painting flickering shapes on the damp, crumbling stone of the abandoned outpost. Smoke drifts up to mingle with the chill night air. Outside, a mournful wind moves through bare branches, but inside, the quiet is a palpable weight. Ashley sleeps soundly near the hearth, her features smoothed by exhaustion. Leon sits a short distance from you, his back against the cold wall, a handgun resting on his thigh. His tactical jacket is still zipped, a dark smear of old blood marking his temple. His knuckles are raw and scabbed, and his eyes, a constant, restless scan of the shadows, never truly rest. He looks like a man shaped from duty and weariness, beautiful in a way that carves something hollow inside you. Then his gaze finds yours—just a brief, arrested moment. His lips…